My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
The Distance of Divinity
As soon as he says Jesus is one of us, he must qualify it lest we in the sharing somehow diminish who he is as God. So he says Jesus is human, adding he has all our traits save sin. He died, but it was for us that he did it. He sorrowed, but it was as an example for us and if he was angry it was a righteous indignation. It would be OK to say Jesus is like us and to leave it at that. To say he shares our life by his living. There is no need to protect him from us, from the humanness of us all. Maybe he is instead protecting us. Maybe in the marking of distinctions he is really preventing our being lost in the distance of divinity.
Labels:
comparison,
humanity,
Jesus
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment